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Chapter 170: The Miracle Tool - Magic Wheel House

In Cross City, Feiwen sat at the entrance of the cart repair shop, resting on a cart during her lunch break. Her clothes were dirty from work, but she didn’t mind, her face beaming with a smile.

Passersby stopped to look at her.

“Feiwen, you’re back already?”

“How’s your sister? Is she better?”

Feiwen nodded repeatedly, “She’s fine now. She’s all better.”

The passersby asked in surprise, “Did you really find the witch doctors? That’s incredibly lucky!”

Feiwen didn’t go into details, only saying, “It was because of God’s guidance.”

Feiwen had always been fortunate, blessed with luck since childhood.

During her break, she immersed herself in a book, rediscovering the feelings she had as a child. The boundless imagination, the unrestrained freedom.

She had borrowed the book from Cross City’s library, as buying was out of the question. Any book in this era was extraordinarily expensive.
Even borrowing was not something ordinary people could afford long-term.

The book was titled “The Revelation of the Saint.”

It contained some of Saint Stan’s experiences in the Spirit Country, some true, some imagined. The book wasn’t written by Saint Stan himself, but compiled later based on hearsay and rumors.

Yet, it was one of the few books that truly recorded anything about spirits.

Feiwen wanted to learn about spirit stories, though she didn’t know the name of the spirit she had encountered, or which spirit of the Spirit Country it was.

The book described a world like a fairy tale kingdom, with rivers of flowing oil, houses made of food, and a realm built of silk.

When she read about spirits riding unicycles, she paused, her eyes lost in thought.

The book even had illustrations, showing the compiler’s dedication.

As Feiwen studied the illustration of the spirit and the unicycle, an idea suddenly struck her.

“Could this pedaling method work on a cart?”

“Then we wouldn’t need to pull it, we could just pedal and go.”

With this thought, Feiwen immediately began to prepare.

As a cart repairer, she was confident this wouldn’t be difficult.

That day, upon returning home, she set her sights on her old small cart, its little canopy still intact.

Using her cart repair tools, Feiwen modified her small cart.

Over a couple of nights, she fashioned a pedaling mechanism, a single wheel, and a seat board, drawing inspiration from the book’s description.

She then removed the cart’s two handles and assembled everything together.

Feiwen sat on it, mimicking the spirit’s unicycle-riding posture.

She pushed down on the pedal, and the cart moved.

“It’s moving!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s actually moving!”

Feiwen was ecstatic, raising her hands high.

Though it moved, Feiwen wobbled as she sat, and pedaling was quite strenuous.

She jumped off, shaking her head as she looked at her newly modified cart.

“It’s not right.”

“It feels awkward, unbalanced front to back.”

“And there’s nowhere to put my hands, it feels like I can’t exert force properly.”

Although Trilobite Men are generally very strong and have great endurance, pedaling was still very tiring.

The front and back wheels weren’t working together smoothly, making it feel like two separate parts fighting against each other instead of a single, unified vehicle.

Over the next few days, Feiwen first lengthened the seat board, allowing her hands to rest on its front. This position made it easier to exert force and pedal.

Meanwhile, she continued to ponder how to make the front and back wheels work in harmony.

Feiwen found a discarded item in the market, said to be the skin of some mutated monster from the Sacred Lake decades ago. It hadn’t decayed after the creature’s death and was very sturdy.

She made a belt with it, connecting the front and back wheels to create a transmission device.

When she pedaled now, it felt completely different.

This strange cart now had three wheels. It could drive the two back wheels forward together through foot pedaling. The operator sat on a long seat board, needing to grip the front of the board and pedal forcefully.

However, it couldn’t turn directly. Every time the direction needed to be changed, the rider had to get off.

Feiwen took her sister and brought the new cart outside the city for a test ride.

“Hee hee hee!” In the wilderness, Feiwen rode the cart with her sister chasing behind.

“How is it? Isn’t it amazing?” Feiwen found it much easier this time. With this, she could make several trips carrying goods.